Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.